Remember when you told me I was your world but there was no room for me?
You said everything you ever did was for me. We both knew it was never for me, it was for the ego you beheld and the revenge you seeked.
You pushed me away in the name of protecting me when all I needed, was just you, but in a no man's land, you sacrificed every good in you.
Isn't it weird how you wanted me to dedicate my everything for you when you kept shattering me into pieces?
You never let me talk even though I tried to make myself heard maybe because you never wanted to know.
Hands tied, words unheard and yet I was told "You're so selfish for this! Have you ever thought of me?" The child in me screamed for help and only you, could never hear it.
It was always late for our wounds to heal, then your words continued to pierce my heart and a million hands awaited to help you twist it deeper.
You complained of blood on your hands, perhaps didn't notice that I passed on the floor, helpless, voiceless while bleeding cold.
